Taboo

Among the clutter ‘neath my bed I stashed a Playboy, filled with dread Its dog-eared pages Mom would find And holler, loud, how I’d go blind, So home I’d race right after school, Praying fate had not been cruel— I flew like Hades to my room And, on my knees, found I’d missed doom For, up, she peered, her grin for me, Chic Miss March of Seven-and-Three: Green, doting eyes and chestnut hair, Plus Playmate parts all pictured bare; With baseball cards she spent each day Then, late at night, emerged to play And entertain with sights taboo Until, with her, blasé I grew And, thus, resorted to the mall, All sweaty, antsy, but with gall To purchase from a quaint bookstore Stacked Miss May of Seventy-Four.